I sometimes have dreams where I hike or wind up on the other side of the hill (the northern western side); usually I meat bears (once a polar bear) or have some other significant animal encounter. So during the drive I had a strange dream deja-vu and expected to encounter totem animals.
Instead,we hiked about three miles. Probably the funniest moment was when Julie and I were talking, and we suddenly got onto the topic of "Frog Woman," which was one of her old knick-names. The next thing I knew, she said something about eating flies, and we both went "mllen-uurp!" as we stuck out our tongues to catch imaginary flies. If our dad had been with us, he would have, too.
The trail we took had a wonderful view of Mary's Peak.
Sunday we went to the Portland Art Museum to look at the Italian Design exhibit. I was wearing my contact lenses, which made reading the plaques explaining everything difficult, so I was constantly switching between wearing and not-wearing my reading glasses. I wished that some of the men's clothing was as fun as the women's clothing. The piece I wanted to wear the most was a fun cloak with wide triangular lapels which (I think) would have become a hood. Another piece I found enchanting was a sequined dress which looked like flowing water. The sequin and bead work was crazy; I imagine it must have taken a team of seamstresses a week to create just a square foot of the designs.
I think if I were to go next time, I'd sit and sketch.